Six months ago...

"Don't let her escape!" A voice exclaimed, echoing through this walls of the cave.

Footsteps echoed as she ran through the cave, fear in her eyes, her pursuers just behind her as she rushed to the Tower of Darkness, banging on the doors as her pursuers approached, only to find the doors locked. She turned to find her path blocked by her pursuer. She looked down at the at the harsh waves beneath her, heavy storms filled the air, waves crashed against the rocks.

Her pursuer smiled, "So what'll it be? Jump, or death by my hand?"

"I'm not like them!" She screamed, pleading, tears streaming down her face, "You don't have to do this!"

The pursuer, murderous intent in their eyes, grinned madly  "You could make my life much easier. Make the world better. Rid Galar of your worthless bloodline."

The girl looked at the waters crashing against the rocks, and looked back at her Perseus. One death was guaranteed while the other only probable.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, stretched out her arms, and fell back into the waters below...

Pokémon Broken Armor.

Grant got off at the station, stretching his legs after a long ride as he commented, "Boy that took a while, but Virizion must have sent me here for a reason. There must be some serious injustice going on around here for a Sword of Justice to approach me directly."

As Grant exited the station, he looked around the Isle of Armor, taking a deep breath of the cool air, smiling, "Although I must admit, it's nice here. I bet my Pokémon would love to get some fresh air."

Grant smiled joyfully as he tossed six Pokéballs into the air, "Come on out guys! We'll eat lunch before we look around!"

Grant sent out his party of Pokémon that helped him become the man he was on that day.

Rook, his first Pokémon. A Gigantmax Corviknight he raised from a Rookiedee that helped him rise from nothing. A powerful Pokémon with wings like daggers that would give his life for his trainer.

Kiss, his second Pokémon. An Obstagoon he caught as a Zigzagoon just after Rook joined him. The muscle, always ready to Obstruct an enemy attack and counter with a Night Slash to the throat to protect her friends.

Wick, a Chandelure he captured during the fire gym trial. An eerie looking but kind hearted Pokémon willing to burn any threat to her allies in ghostly flames.

Sparky, a Dracozolt revived from fossils. He may look odd, but at the end of the day he will shock any foe who threatens his allies into submission.

Cobalion and Terrakion, the Swords of Justice who accepted Grant's cause as just, accepting the trainer not only as their trainer, but as their friend.

Finally, in the PC, Dopey, a Galarian Slowpoke who Grant captured, while not the strongest, she is a beloved member of Grant's family, often lounging around Melony's garden lazily munching in fallen berries and getting affection from the members of the household as well as being a useful member of Grant's time when she was briefly used.

As Grant prepared some Spicy Bone Curry, setting plates aside for each member of his team, Rook's began to caw at a rustle in the bushes. Grant ignored it, assuring the bird, "It's just some wild Pokémon. Don't pay it any mind."

Grant began to eat with his Pokémon as he pondered what injustice he could have been brought here to fight.  What was the issue? He had hoped the heat of the meal would jump his train of thought but all it did was fill his stomach, which at the least allowed him to focus on the task at hand. He looked around, the fields full of wildlife, Pokémon not seen on the mainland, but Grant's attention was caught by a familiar voice greeting him, "Grant? Good to see you!"

Grant turned to see Victor, the two high fiving as Grant responded, "Hey Victor! What you doing here?"

Victor's Urishifu followed close behind as the champion explained, "I'm just training at the dojo. Hey you should come with me! I'm sure Mustard can give you some pointers!"

"I actually came here because Virzion pretty much told me there was some injustice here," Grant explained, "But I also need to catch up to you so I can make a quick detour."

"Great!" Victor exclaimed, "Let's hit the road!"

"Do you want a bite first?" Grant offered.

"No it's fine I'm not hungry," Victor replied.

"Aight I'll catch up," Grant replied placing the rest of the curry into bowls made out of bread.

"What are you doing?" Victor inquired.

"Oh I've done this for a while," Grant explained, "I make these edible bowls and put my leftover curry in them. I lived off scraps for years so I make sure that no one else goes hungry. If it feeds a hungry Pokémon, it's worth it."

The duo proceeded towards the dojo where a cloaked figure ran past them.

"Stop!" Klara exclaimed chasing them, "Thief!"

"I'm on it!" Grant exclaimed chasing after the cloaked figure. The figure turned back to face Grant as they ran away, turning to see Grant. They gripped a Level Ball in their hand and skid to a stop.

"Leave me alone!" They screamed, their voice revealing them to be feminine at least vocally.

"You can't just steal stuff!" Grant exclaimed, "Who even are you?"

"I'm not gonna die here..." they growled bitterly.

"Die here?" Grant inquired, "Is someone trying to hurt you?"

"Shut up," they yelled, "Shut up!"

They gripped their Pokéball tighter and looked back at the beach just behind them, dashing for the water rather than trying to battle Grant, sending out a Sharpedo and riding it out of sight.

"She got away," an old man spoke bitterly behind Grant.

"Who are you?" Grant inquired.

The old man shook his hand and smiled, introducing himself to Grant, "I'm Mustard, former champion, and your buddy Victor tells me you're a strong trainer worth training. Come, join me for dinner at the Dojo. We have much to discuss..."